In Part 2, the carnage continues as my two ferocious bullwhips provide my cherished pain slut the privilege of suffering further for me. But it's not enough to simply suffer for me. I want him to suffer silently. I want him to control his reactions under the sting of my whip. I want him to keep his screams buried in the back of his throat.

To insure his silence, I have warned him not to utter a sound. Not even the softest whimper. Or I will end his suffering and exile him to ponder his empty existence without me. As my whip tears at his flesh, he remains silent. As his body convuls...

In Part 2, the carnage continues as my two ferocious bullwhips provide my cherished pain slut the privilege of suffering further for me. But it's not enough to simply suffer for me. I want him to suffer silently. I want him to control his reactions under the sting of my whip. I want him to keep his screams buried in the back of his throat.

To insure his silence, I have warned him not to utter a sound. Not even the softest whimper. Or I will end his suffering and exile him to ponder his empty existence without me. As my whip tears at his flesh, he remains silent. As his body convulses, he remains silent. As the tears flow down his cheeks, he remains silent.

But with each whip strike, his desperate need to cry out grows exponentially. And it is only a matter of time before I have pushed him beyond his breaking point. Inevitably, he screams for mercy. His face is enveloped in fear and despair, as he watches me exit the room. With each step, he feels his very existence slipping away.